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➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting said o...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 」 𝐀 𝐂 𝐂 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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"What are we doing here, Kibutsuji?" (Y/N) scowled as she tried to adjust herself to the rather extravagant kimono that he had made her change into while they walked down the streets of Kanegawa, the man next to her in his usual black, western-styled suit and white fedora. "I assumed you didn't trust me, much less trust me being outside."
"I don't trust you," Muzan hummed as his red eyes flicked around at the people milling about, his pupils no longer looking like those of a cat's. "But that doesn't mean extracting you from a worsening situation would be difficult."
"Hah? The hell does that mean?"
"It means that even if you try to run, I will always catch you," he said whilst finally turning his gaze to hers, a smirk growing over his lips.
"Fuck you."
"Mind your tongue."
She scowled at his words, trying to move away from him but he not letting her by how he wrapped an arm firmly around her waist. Even when she tried to push him away, he didn't budge, his body like steel that wouldn't bend nor break no matter how much she abused it. Finally, she gave up, letting him do as he desired whilst leading her through the thriving town.
They then halted at one stall in particular that was selling hair accessories.
The corners of Muzan's lips twitched when seeing the jagged black and orange hair pin that shone in the electrical lights that paired well with the darkness of the evening. Paying the vendor who was selling them, he startled (Y/N) when he ran his hands through her hair and used the pin to hold back that strands that often fell across her face. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw and the fullness of her lips, his eyes lidded as he did so.
He then pulled away.
"What is this?" (Y/N) muttered as she tentatively poked at her new hair accessory.
"A hair pin," Muzan answered smoothly as he laced his hands behind his back, staring down at her with a pleased smile. "It suits you. Make sure to never take it off."
"Are you telling me what to do, bitch?"
"Yes."
Her lips twitching into a frown, (Y/N) stalked to another stall where there were mirrors being sold and stopped to observe her reflection. Slightly turning her head to the side, her brows raised when she indeed agreed that what Muzan had picked out suited her and her personality. A flurry of emotions rushed through her that she didn't particularly hate at the thought, but as soon as she felt them, she made sure to shove them down as quickly as they came.
